My gaze fell on the fog draped hills
that reminds one of a young bride under veil,
tender and innocent with expectant smile on lips,
waiting for the man with unearthly zeal.
O look above! here comes the startling sun,
in procession preceded by clouds small and huge
while the morning breeze ride as chief captain
and the groom, turned orange with tender love.
The birds above begins the hymns
water under serves the guest august
fairies unseen sings joyful long choirs
and sun arrives in all splendor to his better part.
mind.
Love of the couple permeates the air
untarnished by the daily worries and woes,
shielding my mind from world unfair,
Ah! that early beauty never fades nor withers.
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